Watch out, Bobby J.: Palin makes an appearance at Mardi Gras

Welcome back to “Daily Palin,” in which we detail Sarah Palin’s refusal to go away—every day. The morning news from the biased, liberal, gay, mainstream media:

* WHO WAS THE MEANEST TO SARAH OF ALL THE PEOPLE WHO WERE MEAN TO SARAH? Andrew Sullivan takes the cake, says John Ziegler. Sez Zieg: “Andrew Sullivan is a guy who should never be allowed back in any remnant of the conservative movement after what he did, just on the Trig ‘trutherism’ issue. It’s just scandalous. I mean, this guy is still invited on major TV shows after coming forward with, and continuing, the theory that Gov. Palin faked a pregnancy of a Downs Syndrome child even after we found out that the daughter she was allegedly protecting was also pregnant, in a way made it absolutely biologically impossible.”

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Two Illinois pharmacists who refuse to provide emergency contraception will defend their right of denial in Illinois Supreme Court. The pharmacists, Luke Vander Bleek and Glen Kosirog, see themselves as conscientious objectors to some guy called Governor Rod Blagojevich’s 2005 executive order requiring pharmacists to dispense contraception.

Their reasoning? “Deeply held religious convictions” coupled with the belief “that the drug can act as an abortion-causing agent.”

I’m interested to see how this pans out, especially in light of Bush’s “conscience” rule, which was finalized yesterday. Illinois’ ACLU reproductive rights project director Lorie Chaiten characterizes the conflict as between “the right to free exercise of religion and the right to access reproductive health care.”

Well, if Vander Bleek and Kosirog lose, they can always open up a pharmacy in Washington, D.C.

The feminist blogosphere is up in arms about coverage of Patricia Blagojevich’s role in her husband’s scandal. Lady Blagojevich is reported as saying, among other things, that they ought to “hold up that [expletive] Cubs [expletive] … [expletive] them.” Which is so [expletive], I can’t even tell what it means! But some bloggers aren’t into how “reporters” are covering her part in the mess. Let’s take a look.

From Feministing’s analysis of the coverage:

While many are in shock and awe over the “brash” phone conversations she took part in that resulted in the charges against the governor, the Times’ tabloidy take on Blagojevich by painting her as this “first lady gone bad” is just tacky. . . . Taking any opportunity to paint women involved in politics as divisive and manipulating is sadly an old tactic by mainstream media. But when it specifically comes to women who are married to men involved in political scandals, the media seems to usually victimize them for not knowing about their husband’s “double life.” This case, however, is different; her knowledge of it immediately makes her not only his partner in crime, but the trophy wife turned trickster.

Hmm. I’m not sure, given the evidence, how the media is expected to cover either Blagojevich as not “divisive and manipulative.” And isn’t there something refreshing about that?

I, for one, far prefer Patricia’s totally gun-ho [expletive]-that-[expletive]-and-[expletive]-them role in this scandal to the alternative: trotting out on stage with a big ‘ol frowny face and being Very Disappointed in Your Husband. Sure, this not being a sex scandal makes it a lot easier for Patricia to jump on board here. But you know what they say: the couple that pays-to-play together, stays together.

In 2006, Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich was busy supporting the reproductive rights of women in his state and sitting down for mock interviews with Daily Show correspondent Jason Jones. Now, Blagojevich is all, “oopsie-daisies, I engineered a pay-for-play move to auction off Barack Obama’s vacant senate seat to the highest-bidding douchebag . . . but what if it is I who is the highest-bidding douchebag.” Who’s laughing now, Blagojevich? Well, I guess The Daily Show is still laughing. Come, gentle reader, and take a trip through the annals of time to a year when Blagojevich was merely an unsuspecting douchebag, and not a totally universally fucked one.